I'm in the middle of a move. Note the empty shelves, and the bins waiting for the next load of Stuff.

For the first time in . . . well, eleven years, which was the last time I moved . . . I'm not flying back East to visit friends and family on Christmas. I'm using the holiday as an excuse not to pack, or unpack, or paint. I might see a movie, or just lie on the couch and read.

I loaded up the fridge with good shit, like the shrimp I'm eating below.That tree came pre-decorated. You pull it out of its box, attach the legs, plug it in. My kind of Christmas Tree.